'Sail Boats' by Valda Fitzpatrick ~ pinterest.com
When early cheerful birds break the eggshell of
morning
routinely mingle with clock’s ‘tick-tock’, - the
bustle enliven me, even if I’ve been drinking only one cup of coffee yet lit up lavender candle with late regret of suspended moment…
When early cheerful birds scattered to first morning
class,
the school attendant, not placid crow cowing - proclaims
silence – the rain desired before, dies… leaving nondescript grey
remnants in air to the discretion of magpie tales and quirks….
Along with birds
Mimicking “I’m great” pose,
I sail my smile in the air…
